I open the cabinet under one of the sinks and find mouthwash. Unscrewing the lid, I throw some back. I swish it around before spitting it in the sink. I’ve swallowed water that had no telling what was in it and c*m. Multiple times. I’d like to brush my teeth, but mouthwash will do for now.
Taking in a deep breath, I open the door and step out into his bedroom. It’s what I would imagine a guy like Ryat to have—the dark walls are bare, and the bed is covered in black sheets, a black comforter, and two pillows with matching pillowcases. One tall dresser and one long dresser are dark gray. There’s no TV or mirror hanging. I never paid attention last time I was in here. Too drunk and also blindfolded.
He’s over by the long dresser with his back to me. He’s still wearing his wet clothes, and I
